"...As expected, Meow Jiang, she must have seen something when she returned."
At dusk, Yan Huan leaned against the fence surrounded by villagers, gazing from afar at An Le, who had arrived alone by the path at the mountain's descent, and spoke.
On his shoulder, Meow Jiang immediately appeared, also looking into the distance.
They saw An Le in a witch costume staring at a cliff, looking puzzled, seemingly thinking that there ought to be a magnificently splendid temple standing there.
"Meow..."
Meow Jiang tilted his head, watching as his tail swayed slightly in that direction.
Yan Huan squinted his eyes, analyzing,
"Did you mention earlier, Meow Jiang, that using the modifier has side effects?"
"Meow."
"An Le can fight against the other four hosts alone; her usage frequency and degree of the modifier are the most intense, conversely, the side effects must also be the most pronounced..."
Yan Huan looked at Meow Jiang and asked,
